Sufjan Stevens
Music is supposed to be participation in a selfless outpouring of oneself: a gift received; a gift given.
The Truth Is I’m Just Sad, And I Am Not Sure I Want To Be Cheered Up Right Now
“Let the Record Show What I Couldn’t Quite Confess / For by Living for Myself I Was Living for Unrest.”
Criticism which Intimately Involves Self-Criticism Will Almost Always be More Readily Received
We’re All Gonna Die with Sufjan Stevens and Tim Keller
Thankful for this reflection from Kelly Reed. I’m not sure what I expected from turning […]
1. A great story coming out of Modern Love this week, from Christie Tate, who […]
1. First up this week, we have an amazing piece by screenwriter Dorothy Fortenberry, who […]
Another powerful one from our friend Connor Gwin. Last year I wrote a piece for Mockingbird […]
Our family of four was shopping the other day (and by shopping, I mean my husband […]
This one comes to us from Connor Gwin: It was perhaps one of the most […]